Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Swaziland and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Lalann to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Gories,
Fugazi,
The Slits,
Anakelly,
Sister Nancy,
Hardrive,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sexual Harrassment,
Crash Course in Science,
Porter Ricks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Deadbeat,
Hasil Adkins,
Soul II Soul,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Slits,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lakeside,
cv313,
Idris Muhammad,
Andrew Hill,
Echospace,
The Busters,
Grauzone,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Misunderstood,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cybotron,
The Sound,
Radiohead,
Crime,
The Five Americans,
The Martian,
Los Fastidios,
Icehouse,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nirvana,
Stereo Dub,
John Foxx,
The Last Poets,
Public Enemy,
Dark Day,
Rapeman,
Das Ding,
Rosa Yemen,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cameo,
Monks,
Marmalade,
Trumans Water,
Scrapy,
Gichy Dan,
Wire,
Byron Stingily,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Technova,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.